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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers

Propagation

The Origin

1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-

Existence made its way.

Explosions carved the universe

As She unfolded clay.

2 The earth held nothing in its form

Aside from empty dark.

The Goddess crafted sod and sea;

Her spirit made its mark.

3 The angels She created next-

Of wing and feral might.

Emblazoned with a fiery core,

An army willed to fight.

4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”

She saw that this was good.

Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;

She crafted earth and wood.

5 A separation of the void,

She called them night and day.

A sphere of fire to keep the morn,

A moon where dark would stay.

6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf

In waters rushing flow,

The Goddess spoke and ushered fish

Beneath the undertow.

7 Upon the lands, the angels flew

Ensuring life evolved.

The smallest to the greatest spread,

A manifest resolved.

8 The Goddess called her angels back,

Decreeing, “Be it so-

That all I make shall reproduce-

Increasing ebb and flow.”

9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;

The fauna filled the land.

The angels blessed the beast and bird

As was their first command.

10 Although the world begotten brimmed

In life of every thing,

The Goddess felt an emptiness

Compelling her to sing.

11 A garden formed of lush delight

Encapsulating all

Invoked as She unleashed a song

And wrought mankind in thrall.

12 The major chords she ushered forth

Ensnared the dirt and mud,

And in her image came the first-

A human, flesh and blood.

Lilith and Adam

2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-

The Goddess placed her spark

Embedding every living thing

Between the light and dark.

2 Around the garden walked abroad

A woman of the earth.

The Goddess smiled at what she saw,

Creating in her mirth.

3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,

The Goddess lullaby.

She raised her up above the beasts;

The angels in the sky.

4 And though all pleasures she partook,

A sorrow swallowed whole.

The Goddess made the woman sleep

To form another soul.

5 The moment She began her song,

A rib from Lilith spurned

Another- man- as Adam came-

And passion in him burned.

6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-

He tried to rule her form.

But she refused his thirsty lust;

No, she would not conform.

The Descent

3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood

Until he heard a voice-

“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-

My son, you have a choice.”

2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,

Had fallen from a star.

Enticing Adam with his lies,

He whispered, “There you are!”

3 As Adam stood before the beast,

A newfound feeling swelled.

“What can I do to make her mine?

To make her heart compelled?”

4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-

Absolve your flesh in her.”

The great deceiver coaxed his prey

And Adam would concur.

5 Unknown to either of the two,

The Goddess crafted more-

She called them dwarves and others elves,

The myths of ancient lore.

6 As it would be, a dwarf about

The garden heard the plan.

He raced to Lilith, full of fear,

And thus betrayed the man.

7 The garden, Eden it was called,

Invited Adam home.

And Lilith waited, open arms;

Beside her stood a gnome.

8 “So, Mother has created more-

And here you wait for me.

I have a tale to share with you-

An act to set you free."

9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared

And angels flew below

Arresting Adam ere he stood,

For what, he did not know.

10 “What meaning do you have for this!

I am of Goddess craft!”

Ignoring him, they tied him up

And placed him on a raft.

11 As Lilith watched him float away,

She noticed in his grasp

A piece of fruit from off a tree

Secured within a clasp.

12 The crafty dragon then appeared

And freed the man to dine.

“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!

Behold- it is now mine!”

13 Of all they were allowed to eat,

The fruit from off one tree

The Goddess had forbidden them-

It birthed eternity.

14 As Adam fled atop the beast,

An an angel came to guard

The entrance into Eden’s realm-

A blazing, shining shard.

15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see

The man depart their land.

As Lilith utilized her skills,

The Goddess found it grand.

16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,

Reviving all inside

And laugher flourished plant to plane-

A gift she would provide.

Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters

4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust

Increased as he would find

A race of creatures, humanoid,

In which his loins would grind.

2 The offspring grew in wonderment

And angels fell from grace

The same as Lucifer had been,

Succumbing in that place.

3 As Adam had him many wives,

So, too, the angels took

To bed his daughters, full of sin,

Depicted in this book.

4 Abominations they produced,

The giants and monsters spawned

Devoured the outer world around

As evil newly dawned.

5 And still they could not enter in

The gates of Eden’s port.

The Goddess kept her promises

And Lilith ruled her court.

6 The angels, each a different brand-

A lion, and eagle, and

A bull defended Lilith’s woods-

And kept filth from her land.

7 For Adam daily tried his best

To take back all denied.

And yet the Goddess blocked attempts

No matter how he tried.

8 The dwarves and elves and other kind

Among the woodland’s hold

Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen

And forged the Goddess gold.

9 Too closely to the outside world

A few dwarves ventured near.

The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed

To offer hateful fear.

10 Again, day out and in, they tried

But Eden’s troupe prevailed.

It seemed a futile quest, indeed

For every time, they failed.

11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,

And Adam fell in line.

No matter how they changed the course,

The Goddess proved divine.

12 And I would know, for She is me-

We are one in the same.

The garden holds a hidden myth,

And Lilith is her name …

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers
Propagation
The Origin

1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-
Existence made its way.
Explosions carved the universe
As She unfolded clay.
2 The earth held nothing in its form
Aside from empty dark.
The Goddess crafted sod and sea;
Her spirit made its mark.
3 The angels She created next-
Of wing and feral might.
Emblazoned with a fiery core,
An army willed to fight.
4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”
She saw that this was good.
Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;
She crafted earth and wood.
5 A separation of the void,
She called them night and day.
A sphere of fire to keep the morn,
A moon where dark would stay.
6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf
In waters rushing flow,
The Goddess spoke and ushered fish
Beneath the undertow.
7 Upon the lands, the angels flew
Ensuring life evolved.
The smallest to the greatest spread,
A manifest resolved.
8 The Goddess called her angels back,
Decreeing, “Be it so-
That all I make shall reproduce-
Increasing ebb and flow.”
9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;
The fauna filled the land.
The angels blessed the beast and bird
As was their first command.
10 Although the world begotten brimmed
In life of every thing,
The Goddess felt an emptiness
Compelling her to sing.
11 A garden formed of lush delight
Encapsulating all
Invoked as She unleashed a song
And wrought mankind in thrall.
12 The major chords she ushered forth
Ensnared the dirt and mud,
And in her image came the first-
A human, flesh and blood.

Lilith and Adam

2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-
The Goddess placed her spark
Embedding every living thing
Between the light and dark.
2 Around the garden walked abroad
A woman of the earth.
The Goddess smiled at what she saw,
Creating in her mirth.
3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,
The Goddess lullaby.
She raised her up above the beasts;
The angels in the sky.
4 And though all pleasures she partook,
A sorrow swallowed whole.
The Goddess made the woman sleep
To form another soul.
5 The moment She began her song,
A rib from Lilith spurned
Another- man- as Adam came-
And passion in him burned.
6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-
He tried to rule her form.
But she refused his thirsty lust;
No, she would not conform.

The Descent

3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood
Until he heard a voice-
“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-
My son, you have a choice.”
2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,
Had fallen from a star.
Enticing Adam with his lies,
He whispered, “There you are!”
3 As Adam stood before the beast,
A newfound feeling swelled.
“What can I do to make her mine?
To make her heart compelled?”
4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-
Absolve your flesh in her.”
The great deceiver coaxed his prey
And Adam would concur.
5 Unknown to either of the two,
The Goddess crafted more-
She called them dwarves and others elves,
The myths of ancient lore.
6 As it would be, a dwarf about
The garden heard the plan.
He raced to Lilith, full of fear,
And thus betrayed the man.
7 The garden, Eden it was called,
Invited Adam home.
And Lilith waited, open arms;
Beside her stood a gnome.
8 “So, Mother has created more-
And here you wait for me.
I have a tale to share with you-
An act to set you free."
9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared
And angels flew below
Arresting Adam ere he stood,
For what, he did not know.
10 “What meaning do you have for this!
I am of Goddess craft!”
Ignoring him, they tied him up
And placed him on a raft.
11 As Lilith watched him float away,
She noticed in his grasp
A piece of fruit from off a tree
Secured within a clasp.
12 The crafty dragon then appeared
And freed the man to dine.
“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!
Behold- it is now mine!”
13 Of all they were allowed to eat,
The fruit from off one tree
The Goddess had forbidden them-
It birthed eternity.
14 As Adam fled atop the beast,
An an angel came to guard
The entrance into Eden’s realm-
A blazing, shining shard.
15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see
The man depart their land.
As Lilith utilized her skills,
The Goddess found it grand.
16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,
Reviving all inside
And laugher flourished plant to plane-
A gift she would provide.

Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters

4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust
Increased as he would find
A race of creatures, humanoid,
In which his loins would grind.
2 The offspring grew in wonderment
And angels fell from grace
The same as Lucifer had been,
Succumbing in that place.
3 As Adam had him many wives,
So, too, the angels took
To bed his daughters, full of sin,
Depicted in this book.
4 Abominations they produced,
The giants and monsters spawned
Devoured the outer world around
As evil newly dawned.
5 And still they could not enter in
The gates of Eden’s port.
The Goddess kept her promises
And Lilith ruled her court.
6 The angels, each a different brand-
A lion, and eagle, and
A bull defended Lilith’s woods-
And kept filth from her land.
7 For Adam daily tried his best
To take back all denied.
And yet the Goddess blocked attempts
No matter how he tried.
8 The dwarves and elves and other kind
Among the woodland’s hold
Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen
And forged the Goddess gold.
9 Too closely to the outside world
A few dwarves ventured near.
The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed
To offer hateful fear.
10 Again, day out and in, they tried
But Eden’s troupe prevailed.
It seemed a futile quest, indeed
For every time, they failed.
11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,
And Adam fell in line.
No matter how they changed the course,
The Goddess proved divine.
12 And I would know, for She is me-
We are one in the same.
The garden holds a hidden myth,
And Lilith is her name …
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Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the beginning, I was.

        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 

        Desire. 

        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 

        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 

        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 

        Do "you" not remember?

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Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by u
In the beginning, I was.
        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 
        Desire. 
        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 
        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 
        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 
        Do "you" not remember?
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Gods Dream

I fell asleep

I dreamt I had a canvas

And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint

I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food

My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible

My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence

I was destined to paint a masterpiece

A voice, not audible, it was intuitive

Suggested I call the painting "earth"

I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas

And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.

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Written by HazardRabbit
Gods Dream
I fell asleep
I dreamt I had a canvas
And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint
I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food
My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible
My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence
I was destined to paint a masterpiece
A voice, not audible, it was intuitive
Suggested I call the painting "earth"
I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas
And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.
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God 3.0 - Conversations with himself!

"There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, looks like something's brewing inside!"

Burrrrrppp...

"Ohh...It's just a bubble of gas. Ummm...Let me do something interesting with it."

Phoooooooo...

"Ahhh...Whacktastic!! It's mighty powerful! Those stars were old anyway, I needed a break from them. And, the stardust looks like an interesting creation. But, ummm...what do I do with it?"

Hmmmm...

"Alrightie! I haves an ideaz! Let me roll it into a ball and then I can have some playtime with my latest toy!"

Swisssshhhhh...Swasssssshhh...Booom!!!!!

"Oh! The Mighty Heavens! Look what I just did!!"

"This is my most stunning creation. Look, how its golden gleams in the light of that orange ball I created earlier! It makes me want to sing."

"Hmmmm...where is that musical instrument I crafted that produces the sweetest melody? And, what did I call it...?"

"Ahhh...I remember! I called it a FLUTE. And I placed it securely at the center of galaxy number 10000000008. I must get it. Now!"

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here, I am! Ohhh...these puffy clouds of hope. I'm sure my flute's charm creates these. But they also obscure my flute. Hmpf!"

*Whistle whistle* *blow blow*

"Oh my flute, you little doe!

Come into my hands, and let us go.

Do not let, my impatience grow,

Coz Universe awaits, a mighty show!"

"Aha! You look as fresh and resplendent as when I made you. You, my child, were made for a purpose. The purpose of making sweet music. And, your time has come."

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here we are! Can you see that golden ball shimmering in the glow of that other orange ball? Oh, the beauty makes my heart want to sing. Let's not waste any more time."

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Oh, no! It's that queasy feeling, again. This time, in my chest!"

*Sniff sniff*

"It's rising to my head! It needs an outlet."

"What's this liquid that's coming out through my eyes? Ahh! But the queasiness dwindles.."

Hmmmm...Lick.."This tastes salty. It is so precious! I must not waste it. Let me send it inside that new golden ball. I'll create a hole through its center to allow this liquid inside."

Rizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Ahh, there! It flows into the golden ball. This liquid gives a cooling and calming sensation as it flows. I'll call it 'OCEAN'. I need a plan. A plan to keep the ocean in the golden ball."

"OK! I have it! It's called the 'centrifugal force'. If the ball rotates at a certain speed, the ocean will never spill out! Yay!"

"This ball is turning out to be quite an adventurous creation so far. I must do more with it."

"The Mighty Heavens! That irritating queasy feeling again. It is now arresting my eardrums."

"Eeeeww! What's this coming out of my ears? It's sticky and gooey! It's green and mucky. What do I do with it?"

Hmmmm..."Right now, I have only one place where I can dispose it off. The golden ball!"

"Ta..da..swoooooshhhh"

"There! Ohh! It's mixing with the ocean! Freak-show! It is creating a storm inside the golden ball!! Waaaaaaaaa!!"

*Sob sob*

"Hun...the storm is settling. The ocean is separating from the muck. What a relief! It's forming a different surface, a hard one! Wow! I knew it!! Everything I do is magical! That hard surface looks fertile. I can do more with it, but, first, I need to name it."

"EARTH! Yes, I'll call it earth. In fact, the golden ball will henceforth be called Earth."

"Flute! Let's do some more singing and add some more things to this most entertaining creation of mine!" 

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"Fish!"

"More marine life!"

"Plants. They shall germinate."

"Birds. They will fly high and add beauty to the upper echelons of this earth."

"Animals. They shall propagate themselves."

"Still something missing."

"Yeah! MAN!"

"But, he must have a partner for the fun and frolic. Hmmm..ok..WOMAN!"

"Oh, I forgot! Just like man needs a woman, earth needs more companions! I'll give it siblings. Eight...errr...nine of them. But ninth I'll keep hidden. I'll let man discover it!"

"Hehehe! Flute! Do you see how beautiful the earth looks? Man and woman are having fun along with fish, animals and birds!"

"But, Flute, some fun is missing! Let's sing again."

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"That darned queasiness, it plagues my groins! I think I need to pee!"

"Umm...where do I go? Oh yes! Earth, of course!"

"What a relief! Ohh, it forms a lake! But, I must warn man and woman not to drink from this lake, nor eat the fruit from its banks or they'll suffer when they want to propagate."

"Man and woman! Listen, you must never drink from this lake nor eat any fruit that hangs in the orchards that grow near it. The water is contaminated and so is the fruit."

"If you drink that water, you will suffer queasiness in your chest whenever the two of you part. If you eat the fruit, you'll suffer queasiness in your groins when you want to propagate which will be followed by pain when you birth the creation."

"Hmpf!!"

"I told them! I told them, not to!! They did not listen! And now, they will suffer. They will suffer for generations upon generations."

"What do I do? How do I help them? Yes! I will add 'emotion' to childbirth and that will bring them peace, calmness and happiness!"

"This seems perfect! Now they are all set for a long long time to come."

"Ohh!! I forgot to give them a method to communicate with me."

"Flute! Music!"

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Wave communication technology! Yes! I give them the internet. And I'll plant myself as the 'GOD App'."

Hahaha!

"They'll get in touch and they'll get answers and they'll think they are just having fun! They won't even know it's me! Yo!"

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

And thus, HE played HIS music...

P.S. There is a reason why they say that children's prayers never go unanswered. Through personal experience I know that's true as well. Hence, in my mind, God must have a child-like innocence and excitement about each of his creations. Also, in my head, music represents the "Word". That's what I've tried to capture in this story and have also added some imaginative funny instances. No offence meant to anyone.

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God 3.0 - Conversations with himself!
"There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, looks like something's brewing inside!"

Burrrrrppp...

"Ohh...It's just a bubble of gas. Ummm...Let me do something interesting with it."

Phoooooooo...

"Ahhh...Whacktastic!! It's mighty powerful! Those stars were old anyway, I needed a break from them. And, the stardust looks like an interesting creation. But, ummm...what do I do with it?"

Hmmmm...

"Alrightie! I haves an ideaz! Let me roll it into a ball and then I can have some playtime with my latest toy!"

Swisssshhhhh...Swasssssshhh...Booom!!!!!

"Oh! The Mighty Heavens! Look what I just did!!"

"This is my most stunning creation. Look, how its golden gleams in the light of that orange ball I created earlier! It makes me want to sing."

"Hmmmm...where is that musical instrument I crafted that produces the sweetest melody? And, what did I call it...?"

"Ahhh...I remember! I called it a FLUTE. And I placed it securely at the center of galaxy number 10000000008. I must get it. Now!"

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here, I am! Ohhh...these puffy clouds of hope. I'm sure my flute's charm creates these. But they also obscure my flute. Hmpf!"

*Whistle whistle* *blow blow*

"Oh my flute, you little doe!
Come into my hands, and let us go.
Do not let, my impatience grow,
Coz Universe awaits, a mighty show!"

"Aha! You look as fresh and resplendent as when I made you. You, my child, were made for a purpose. The purpose of making sweet music. And, your time has come."

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here we are! Can you see that golden ball shimmering in the glow of that other orange ball? Oh, the beauty makes my heart want to sing. Let's not waste any more time."

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Oh, no! It's that queasy feeling, again. This time, in my chest!"

*Sniff sniff*

"It's rising to my head! It needs an outlet."

"What's this liquid that's coming out through my eyes? Ahh! But the queasiness dwindles.."

Hmmmm...Lick.."This tastes salty. It is so precious! I must not waste it. Let me send it inside that new golden ball. I'll create a hole through its center to allow this liquid inside."

Rizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Ahh, there! It flows into the golden ball. This liquid gives a cooling and calming sensation as it flows. I'll call it 'OCEAN'. I need a plan. A plan to keep the ocean in the golden ball."

"OK! I have it! It's called the 'centrifugal force'. If the ball rotates at a certain speed, the ocean will never spill out! Yay!"

"This ball is turning out to be quite an adventurous creation so far. I must do more with it."

"The Mighty Heavens! That irritating queasy feeling again. It is now arresting my eardrums."

"Eeeeww! What's this coming out of my ears? It's sticky and gooey! It's green and mucky. What do I do with it?"

Hmmmm..."Right now, I have only one place where I can dispose it off. The golden ball!"

"Ta..da..swoooooshhhh"

"There! Ohh! It's mixing with the ocean! Freak-show! It is creating a storm inside the golden ball!! Waaaaaaaaa!!"

*Sob sob*

"Hun...the storm is settling. The ocean is separating from the muck. What a relief! It's forming a different surface, a hard one! Wow! I knew it!! Everything I do is magical! That hard surface looks fertile. I can do more with it, but, first, I need to name it."

"EARTH! Yes, I'll call it earth. In fact, the golden ball will henceforth be called Earth."

"Flute! Let's do some more singing and add some more things to this most entertaining creation of mine!" 

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"Fish!"

"More marine life!"

"Plants. They shall germinate."

"Birds. They will fly high and add beauty to the upper echelons of this earth."

"Animals. They shall propagate themselves."

"Still something missing."

"Yeah! MAN!"

"But, he must have a partner for the fun and frolic. Hmmm..ok..WOMAN!"

"Oh, I forgot! Just like man needs a woman, earth needs more companions! I'll give it siblings. Eight...errr...nine of them. But ninth I'll keep hidden. I'll let man discover it!"

"Hehehe! Flute! Do you see how beautiful the earth looks? Man and woman are having fun along with fish, animals and birds!"

"But, Flute, some fun is missing! Let's sing again."

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"That darned queasiness, it plagues my groins! I think I need to pee!"

"Umm...where do I go? Oh yes! Earth, of course!"

"What a relief! Ohh, it forms a lake! But, I must warn man and woman not to drink from this lake, nor eat the fruit from its banks or they'll suffer when they want to propagate."

"Man and woman! Listen, you must never drink from this lake nor eat any fruit that hangs in the orchards that grow near it. The water is contaminated and so is the fruit."

"If you drink that water, you will suffer queasiness in your chest whenever the two of you part. If you eat the fruit, you'll suffer queasiness in your groins when you want to propagate which will be followed by pain when you birth the creation."

"Hmpf!!"

"I told them! I told them, not to!! They did not listen! And now, they will suffer. They will suffer for generations upon generations."

"What do I do? How do I help them? Yes! I will add 'emotion' to childbirth and that will bring them peace, calmness and happiness!"

"This seems perfect! Now they are all set for a long long time to come."

"Ohh!! I forgot to give them a method to communicate with me."

"Flute! Music!"

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Wave communication technology! Yes! I give them the internet. And I'll plant myself as the 'GOD App'."

Hahaha!

"They'll get in touch and they'll get answers and they'll think they are just having fun! They won't even know it's me! Yo!"

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

And thus, HE played HIS music...

P.S. There is a reason why they say that children's prayers never go unanswered. Through personal experience I know that's true as well. Hence, in my mind, God must have a child-like innocence and excitement about each of his creations. Also, in my head, music represents the "Word". That's what I've tried to capture in this story and have also added some imaginative funny instances. No offence meant to anyone.

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by sandflea68

Second Chance

A parallel universe to Earth

God created – he wasn’t pleased,

It was misshapen and lumpy

and the people weren’t in his image.

It was so lonely in the pin pricked night

with grating sounds and no purpose.

He decided to create another one

so he could say “it is good!”

The first universe was just practice

so he could improve his skills

It was dark and barren and foreboding

Now that he had honed his artistry,

he scattered humans in perilous midnight

and sprinkled crystal drops of water

rotating them until they covered earth,

cerulean blue, aqua, cobalt and turquoise,

saying, “As I take, I give back!”

He juggled the night with moon and stars,

occasionally dropping the earthen ball,

never giving up, got right back on the horse,

so that twilight metamorphosed into dawn,

bringing rays of sunlight to our world.

He shaped the light so we could witness

his creation as the emboldened dawn took care

of obscurity, leaving footprints on vapor trails.

Bolts of lightning became words to hapless souls.

Time begged to be born and it was so.

God’s fingers molded lumps of soft clay,

blood and bone coalesced to become flesh.

Fluttering souls awakened in deep shadows.

Joy of touch erupted in skin sensations.

God gave words to express feelings of

love and passion as we witnessed mosaics

of all creations cascading in sultry colors.

Inner peace and spiritual whispers flowed

on breezes as a leaf survives the wind on its tip.

Mist arose as intrigue surged through hungry hearts

but it was not enough – he gave us creativity -

so that our life would be laden full of promise.

He gave us touch and ability to express ourselves.

He filled the bowl of our world with fish and birds.

He placed animals – large and small – on our earth.

He shaped the wet pottery of man in his image

carefully molding him to create wonders of being.

Day and night became the never ending circle of life.

When he was through, he held his head in his hands

and praised what he had done, proclaiming with wonder,

“This is much better than the parallel universe I spawned first

“If at first, I didn’t succeed, I tried, tried, tried again!”

                   AND IT WAS GOOD!

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by sandflea68
Second Chance
A parallel universe to Earth
God created – he wasn’t pleased,
It was misshapen and lumpy
and the people weren’t in his image.
It was so lonely in the pin pricked night
with grating sounds and no purpose.
He decided to create another one
so he could say “it is good!”
The first universe was just practice
so he could improve his skills
It was dark and barren and foreboding
Now that he had honed his artistry,
he scattered humans in perilous midnight
and sprinkled crystal drops of water
rotating them until they covered earth,
cerulean blue, aqua, cobalt and turquoise,
saying, “As I take, I give back!”
He juggled the night with moon and stars,
occasionally dropping the earthen ball,
never giving up, got right back on the horse,
so that twilight metamorphosed into dawn,
bringing rays of sunlight to our world.
He shaped the light so we could witness
his creation as the emboldened dawn took care
of obscurity, leaving footprints on vapor trails.
Bolts of lightning became words to hapless souls.
Time begged to be born and it was so.
God’s fingers molded lumps of soft clay,
blood and bone coalesced to become flesh.
Fluttering souls awakened in deep shadows.
Joy of touch erupted in skin sensations.
God gave words to express feelings of
love and passion as we witnessed mosaics
of all creations cascading in sultry colors.
Inner peace and spiritual whispers flowed
on breezes as a leaf survives the wind on its tip.
Mist arose as intrigue surged through hungry hearts
but it was not enough – he gave us creativity -
so that our life would be laden full of promise.
He gave us touch and ability to express ourselves.
He filled the bowl of our world with fish and birds.
He placed animals – large and small – on our earth.
He shaped the wet pottery of man in his image
carefully molding him to create wonders of being.
Day and night became the never ending circle of life.
When he was through, he held his head in his hands
and praised what he had done, proclaiming with wonder,
“This is much better than the parallel universe I spawned first
“If at first, I didn’t succeed, I tried, tried, tried again!”
                   AND IT WAS GOOD!

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Written by madbeyond

Out of the Blue

Floating in the void was the wretched Fair Isle sweater, its lumpy blue nimbus circling vanilla wool. It emitted the stench of sweatsoaked humiliation and had a certain Je ne sais quoi (literally, She did not know what). The mirror, when She’d stood before it in the distant future, reflected her hot face, rosacea taking the place of acne, menopausal memory loss reducing Her to once again muttering Je ne suis pas. To laughter. (Class, Emily is not. Poor Mademoiselle Emily, she does not exist!) The sweater balled and pilled, pilled and balled. She painted the sky yellow, the birds octagonal, Her long nails aubergine. She blew the wind to the seventeen corners. She stood for a minute in a whiteout of green. The sweater unfurled, yarn by yarn by yarn. She dove into the ring of mirrors the handmirror drilled, down and out, down and out. Je ne suis pas, Je ne suis pas.

Ms. Emily, to you.

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Out of the Blue
Floating in the void was the wretched Fair Isle sweater, its lumpy blue nimbus circling vanilla wool. It emitted the stench of sweatsoaked humiliation and had a certain Je ne sais quoi (literally, She did not know what). The mirror, when She’d stood before it in the distant future, reflected her hot face, rosacea taking the place of acne, menopausal memory loss reducing Her to once again muttering Je ne suis pas. To laughter. (Class, Emily is not. Poor Mademoiselle Emily, she does not exist!) The sweater balled and pilled, pilled and balled. She painted the sky yellow, the birds octagonal, Her long nails aubergine. She blew the wind to the seventeen corners. She stood for a minute in a whiteout of green. The sweater unfurled, yarn by yarn by yarn. She dove into the ring of mirrors the handmirror drilled, down and out, down and out. Je ne suis pas, Je ne suis pas.

Ms. Emily, to you.

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Written by Lish

A New Hobby


It was Friday night and I had turned way too much water into wine. Inebriated and bored out of my mind, I had decided it was time for me to pick up a new hobby. My current hobby was becoming too redundant and mundane –walking on water lost its excitement with no one there to witness it.


That's it! I knew right then what my new hobby would be. I could create a group of followers to astonish with my water-walking skills!


Walking to the nearest moistened soil, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to create the first people to become my followers. Scooping up the soil, damp from stagnant water leaching from the nearby cesspool (don't ask, I was high when I created dry land and water, and I hadn't gotten around to fixing that little error yet) I began to mold the foul-smelling muck into a man-shaped form. I'll admit it was a sloppy job, but considering my wine-induced double vision is the reason Adam had two feet to stand on, I think we can look past the sloppiness.


I decided on the name Adam, which most of you already know, but what most don't know is, his last name is Miracle. A-Dam-Miracle. Haha!

Man I was drunk.

Anyways, I realized if I made a woman to pair with Adam, they could procreate my followers for me, and I could begin a new hobby –sword swallowing always intrigued me.


Ripping out a rib from Adam seemed an appropriate way to create his counterpart. I’m not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I was thinking about the barbecue ribs I had for supper the night before.

Eh, either way, Eve never asked me why I chose his rib, so thank fuck for that!

Eve is actually just a nickname I gave her. Her real names Even. Even Steven. Wine brings out a sick sense of humor –don’t judge me.


When I had realized that Adam and Eve were not procreating my followers for me, I attempted to “set the mood” by creating the moon and the stars to pepper the heavens in romantic lighting. But to accomplish this, I had to make the sun go away for part of the day, so the moon and stars could shine brighter. Aha! Dark and light!


The first night that the moon and stars came out, procreation began and it wasn't long before I had myself quite the audience. Everyone bowed to my water-walking skills, and I couldn't be happier than when I'd hear the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the crowd.


Before long, I became bored again, and quite frankly, Adam was getting on my nerves. Eve too. Adam couldn't stop begging to eat the stupid fruit I marked as inedible (Should've stuck to wine that night, whiskey makes me a bit of a control freak) and Eve apparently wanted to procreate with me, which I wanted no part of. I mean, wasn't that the purpose of creating them both? So I wouldn't have to put in the work?


Fretting over the current frustrations of my creations, I decided I would create something to eliminate them from the beautiful Earth I had made.

I'd need to lubricate my thinking wheels with some rum and Coke before stumbling upon a solution.

Yes! That's it! Flying animals to swoop down and carry these ignorant assholes away! So I took a long, hard swig of rum, straight from the bottle, and spat it into the air. Before my very eyes, an eagle had formed; such a big, strong looking creature. I instructed it to find the people, grip them with its talons, and carry them off as far away from me as possible.


The eagle flew the opposite direction, so I continued spitting rum in the air, making an entire fleet of all different species of winged animals. None of them heeded my instructions.

Pissed off and hungover the following morning, I was burning with the need for revenge. The winged creatures failed me terribly. I had to eradicate them, too.


I know! I'll make land animals, big ass wild cats, alligators, grizzly bears; oh the plethora of predators I had planned!


I had made two of everything and just finished the last pair of elephants, when one of the grizzly bears released a ferocious attack on me, nearly mauling me to death. Frankly, I'll admit it ok, that bear kicked my ass! I needed a vacation, but what I ended up with was one day of rest.


One. Fucking. Day?


Eh, it's all good I suppose. I created the food chain to get even with every species of the animal kingdom; my Friday night hobby is tuning into shows like “When Nature Attacks” and “Predators of the Wild” –unless it involves bears.


I don't need to get even with the people, they do enough damage to each other without me lifting a finger.

Hahaha! Ignorant shitheads.

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Written by Lish
A New Hobby

It was Friday night and I had turned way too much water into wine. Inebriated and bored out of my mind, I had decided it was time for me to pick up a new hobby. My current hobby was becoming too redundant and mundane –walking on water lost its excitement with no one there to witness it.

That's it! I knew right then what my new hobby would be. I could create a group of followers to astonish with my water-walking skills!

Walking to the nearest moistened soil, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to create the first people to become my followers. Scooping up the soil, damp from stagnant water leaching from the nearby cesspool (don't ask, I was high when I created dry land and water, and I hadn't gotten around to fixing that little error yet) I began to mold the foul-smelling muck into a man-shaped form. I'll admit it was a sloppy job, but considering my wine-induced double vision is the reason Adam had two feet to stand on, I think we can look past the sloppiness.

I decided on the name Adam, which most of you already know, but what most don't know is, his last name is Miracle. A-Dam-Miracle. Haha!

Man I was drunk.

Anyways, I realized if I made a woman to pair with Adam, they could procreate my followers for me, and I could begin a new hobby –sword swallowing always intrigued me.

Ripping out a rib from Adam seemed an appropriate way to create his counterpart. I’m not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I was thinking about the barbecue ribs I had for supper the night before.

Eh, either way, Eve never asked me why I chose his rib, so thank fuck for that!

Eve is actually just a nickname I gave her. Her real names Even. Even Steven. Wine brings out a sick sense of humor –don’t judge me.

When I had realized that Adam and Eve were not procreating my followers for me, I attempted to “set the mood” by creating the moon and the stars to pepper the heavens in romantic lighting. But to accomplish this, I had to make the sun go away for part of the day, so the moon and stars could shine brighter. Aha! Dark and light!

The first night that the moon and stars came out, procreation began and it wasn't long before I had myself quite the audience. Everyone bowed to my water-walking skills, and I couldn't be happier than when I'd hear the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the crowd.

Before long, I became bored again, and quite frankly, Adam was getting on my nerves. Eve too. Adam couldn't stop begging to eat the stupid fruit I marked as inedible (Should've stuck to wine that night, whiskey makes me a bit of a control freak) and Eve apparently wanted to procreate with me, which I wanted no part of. I mean, wasn't that the purpose of creating them both? So I wouldn't have to put in the work?

Fretting over the current frustrations of my creations, I decided I would create something to eliminate them from the beautiful Earth I had made.

I'd need to lubricate my thinking wheels with some rum and Coke before stumbling upon a solution.

Yes! That's it! Flying animals to swoop down and carry these ignorant assholes away! So I took a long, hard swig of rum, straight from the bottle, and spat it into the air. Before my very eyes, an eagle had formed; such a big, strong looking creature. I instructed it to find the people, grip them with its talons, and carry them off as far away from me as possible.

The eagle flew the opposite direction, so I continued spitting rum in the air, making an entire fleet of all different species of winged animals. None of them heeded my instructions.

Pissed off and hungover the following morning, I was burning with the need for revenge. The winged creatures failed me terribly. I had to eradicate them, too.

I know! I'll make land animals, big ass wild cats, alligators, grizzly bears; oh the plethora of predators I had planned!

I had made two of everything and just finished the last pair of elephants, when one of the grizzly bears released a ferocious attack on me, nearly mauling me to death. Frankly, I'll admit it ok, that bear kicked my ass! I needed a vacation, but what I ended up with was one day of rest.

One. Fucking. Day?

Eh, it's all good I suppose. I created the food chain to get even with every species of the animal kingdom; my Friday night hobby is tuning into shows like “When Nature Attacks” and “Predators of the Wild” –unless it involves bears.

I don't need to get even with the people, they do enough damage to each other without me lifting a finger.

Hahaha! Ignorant shitheads.
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The Painter

 I am an old artist. I was living in no place, no time and no light. All I had was a paint pallet and a brush.

 Once, I perceived a white spot in the dark and I walked towards it.

"It's a semi circle" I said.

 I hurried and when I got closer I could see that it was a sphere: one semi sphere of black words and another of uninked papers. It was breathtaking and ostensibly what I was looking for.

 Feeling excited, I took my paint pallet to make all those meaningless words alive by giving them meaning.

"Ocean" was the first. I closed my eyes and imagined an endless blue. I picked a brush and started to shape my imagination on paper.

"Soil" was the next. I painted it in brown.

Then, "Plants"

"Green would be a perfect choice." I thought.

 I felt so tired and I needed to take some rest but that gloomy ceiling needed a light.

So, "Moon" and "Stars" were my next paintings.

I fell asleep over all those names. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I got the word on which I lay my head. It was "Sun". I painted it in bright yellow and hung it in the sky to light up the...the..."World".

 My world needed residents. I wanted to try something different , I added all colors together and I masterfully painted the "Man".

 Animals, Air, Years  Seasons...I painted all of them one by one.

 "Done!" I said while putting down my pallet and brush to relieve my shoulder. I took some steps backwards to watch them all from a distance. It was beautiful but all those colors seemed so colorless, there must have been something missing, the most important thing. 

Lost in thought, I saw there was one last word and one last piece of paper.

Holding "Love" close to my chest, I thought about the shape and color of love.

Edited by Gowaart 

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The Painter
 I am an old artist. I was living in no place, no time and no light. All I had was a paint pallet and a brush.

 Once, I perceived a white spot in the dark and I walked towards it.
"It's a semi circle" I said.
 I hurried and when I got closer I could see that it was a sphere: one semi sphere of black words and another of uninked papers. It was breathtaking and ostensibly what I was looking for.

 Feeling excited, I took my paint pallet to make all those meaningless words alive by giving them meaning.
"Ocean" was the first. I closed my eyes and imagined an endless blue. I picked a brush and started to shape my imagination on paper.
"Soil" was the next. I painted it in brown.
Then, "Plants"
"Green would be a perfect choice." I thought.

 I felt so tired and I needed to take some rest but that gloomy ceiling needed a light.
So, "Moon" and "Stars" were my next paintings.
I fell asleep over all those names. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I got the word on which I lay my head. It was "Sun". I painted it in bright yellow and hung it in the sky to light up the...the..."World".

 My world needed residents. I wanted to try something different , I added all colors together and I masterfully painted the "Man".
 Animals, Air, Years  Seasons...I painted all of them one by one.

 "Done!" I said while putting down my pallet and brush to relieve my shoulder. I took some steps backwards to watch them all from a distance. It was beautiful but all those colors seemed so colorless, there must have been something missing, the most important thing. 
Lost in thought, I saw there was one last word and one last piece of paper.

Holding "Love" close to my chest, I thought about the shape and color of love.

Edited by Gowaart 
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Mirror image

In the absence of dimensions,  darkness stood still. I looked into the deep and commanded darkness to move in a loop. As he walked away from its position, light came forth and I was pleased. 

As darkness spiraled across the vast space,  galaxies of stars emerged and spake, the language of beautiful colors in rays.  Heaven I said, shall be thy name. 

      Atoms to molecules solidified,  with the color of light,  water converged.  The large body,  I called Earth. Then,  I baked rocks as sets on the water, so I can observe the beauty of the meadow. 

 I made a lining over the earth,  the sky had clouds filled with air. The mighty water hosted the fishes.  A garden of trees, flowers appeared. The birds and insects multiplied and grazed.  Life of all kinds,  animals and plants,  both on land and in the water. I made them all in an ecosystem. 

      I sought for a shepherd to be my Knight. My image resonated,  and man was made. Out of the dust, I exhaled. `Adam', is his name. A bride called Eve for his companion. Creation was complete,  a day to sleep. 

  Universe insurgency came in play. A bite from this center tree, said the snake. Good and evil, a god remade. Hook, line and sinker, they took the bait. 

Adam!  Adam! 

Where hath thou? 

I sought thee

Yee not,  I found 

Oh lord! Oh Lord! 

From thee,  I hide

Know Yee not

Naked, I am

Cursed! Ye cursed! 

Ye hath,  from now

Greed and war shall plaque your kind

Eve shall scream when  baby arrives. 

So shall her descendants be devised

Toil! Ye toil! 

Shall thou, on earth

The snakes shall bite

Beast devour 

So shall it be to the end of time

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Mirror image
In the absence of dimensions,  darkness stood still. I looked into the deep and commanded darkness to move in a loop. As he walked away from its position, light came forth and I was pleased. 
As darkness spiraled across the vast space,  galaxies of stars emerged and spake, the language of beautiful colors in rays.  Heaven I said, shall be thy name. 
      Atoms to molecules solidified,  with the color of light,  water converged.  The large body,  I called Earth. Then,  I baked rocks as sets on the water, so I can observe the beauty of the meadow. 
 I made a lining over the earth,  the sky had clouds filled with air. The mighty water hosted the fishes.  A garden of trees, flowers appeared. The birds and insects multiplied and grazed.  Life of all kinds,  animals and plants,  both on land and in the water. I made them all in an ecosystem. 
      I sought for a shepherd to be my Knight. My image resonated,  and man was made. Out of the dust, I exhaled. `Adam', is his name. A bride called Eve for his companion. Creation was complete,  a day to sleep. 
  Universe insurgency came in play. A bite from this center tree, said the snake. Good and evil, a god remade. Hook, line and sinker, they took the bait. 

Adam!  Adam! 
Where hath thou? 
I sought thee
Yee not,  I found 

Oh lord! Oh Lord! 
From thee,  I hide
Know Yee not
Naked, I am

Cursed! Ye cursed! 
Ye hath,  from now
Greed and war shall plaque your kind
Eve shall scream when  baby arrives. 
So shall her descendants be devised

Toil! Ye toil! 
Shall thou, on earth
The snakes shall bite
Beast devour 
So shall it be to the end of time
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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Humanity personified.

"I don't usually say this, but that was god awful what I made." I look over at Jesus, who is panting and sweat is running down his face and beard. I smile at him. "Shall we try again?" He nods, pausing a moment.

"But where did we go wrong?" He asks. "You are God. How could it fail?" I look at the Earth. It's quiet now. I don't hear the wails anymore. No more calls and shouts to me, expecting me to take them out of a problem they put themselves in. Or maybe it was natural, but they blame me for mistreating their home.

"Well make them the same." I offer. "Same biology, same anatomy. But we'll change one thing."

"What's that?" Jesus asked.

"We'll make them more human."

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Iseun1
Humanity personified.
"I don't usually say this, but that was god awful what I made." I look over at Jesus, who is panting and sweat is running down his face and beard. I smile at him. "Shall we try again?" He nods, pausing a moment.

"But where did we go wrong?" He asks. "You are God. How could it fail?" I look at the Earth. It's quiet now. I don't hear the wails anymore. No more calls and shouts to me, expecting me to take them out of a problem they put themselves in. Or maybe it was natural, but they blame me for mistreating their home.

"Well make them the same." I offer. "Same biology, same anatomy. But we'll change one thing."

"What's that?" Jesus asked.

"We'll make them more human."
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